The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
The sound of her companion's low growl was enough to help encourage the woman to have a little bit of self-confidence rise up within her. Though the lupine could feel another part of her seeming to 'wake up.' She was usually quite submissive and easy going. However, it had been far too long since she allowed herself to be swayed to her instincts. The Ark was her home and currently she was feeling threatened. A male had foolishly touched her mate and his agitation mixed with her own mate's irritation was enough to trigger the primal part of herself. She was attempting to make peace. Everyone within the Ark was aware that out of all members within the pack she was quite the kinder one. Having a bad betting night? Approach her and she'd tell you who'd win, letting you get at least some money back. Trying to get rid of a bad memory? She was willing to pay for a few top shelf stiff drinks. Need to get patched up after a fight? Find her and she'd patch you up. Indeed Raven was far too much of a lamb than a wolf, and yet no one had ever given her reason to bare her teeth. So, to see the woman hold such a firm and yet low voice would be enough to cause others to watch and wait. It wasn't like her to always be like this, to hold herself in such a manner, and yet the situation called for her to be, well protective.
Usually Tobias was responsible for starting and causing fights. Yet this time around he was not the one at fault. The woman did not flinch when the man folded his arms across his chest. Rather she remained absolutely still, her head not moving to lower. Blue-grey eyes remained locked upon his own dark eyes, not blinking at all. In the back of her mind she could feel the buzzing again. The adrenaline surrounding her was far too much. Folding arms across the chest meant it was a defensive stance. The man clearly did not feel comfortable with her mate, or herself, for that matter. He was attempting to put an invisible barrier between himself and them. This subtle sign was enough to encourage Raven to continue to stare at him, unmoving. There was no sympathy for him. None. Her voice, although firm, was still kind enough to hold a fair warning. A warning that if he should continue as he did then there would be severe consequences. The woman's comment that Raven did not believe the man before her could take her leopard on, did cause the woman's head to turn slightly in her direction. In an unflinching manner Raven slowly nodded her head, as if that silent confirmation would be enough to make the woman second guess. It would not do either of them well to take her mate on. When Tobias snarled behind her, she quickly placed a hand under his chin, stroking it gently as if to soothe him. No one else, save for Tetradore, could calm the man beside her...and it was best they all heeded her control.
It would seem that the man and his mate had a death wish. His desire to continue with the fight was enough for Raven to simply shut down, inwardly. Whatever happens it would be his fault. The question that they would back down was enough to cause her pink lips to pull back to reveal her teeth. Sure, they were not as fearsome as Tobias', and of course they were human teeth, and yet it was a sign from her sub-species an answer that she would not be backing down. The chorus of the 'fight' chant did hurt her ears and yet she remained quite still. Hearing Tobias' low summoning growl she followed him obediently, one hand touching the back of his neck, in a manner to calm him and soothe her own inner worries. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to enter the ring. It had been so long since she had fought. What if she did terrible? It wouldn't look good if everyone else in her pack was a talented fighter and she was some loser. And even though she was apprehensive about it, deep down, there was a part of her that was excited. There was a need she could feel of her other half wanting to come out, and for tonight she would oblige. The way the woman tossed her hair was enough to cause the woman to roll her eyes, not acting upon it. There was no reason to. She would suffer. Both of them would suffer. As she stood outside the ring she nodded to Jackal as she attempted to get in. It was endearing that her beloved mate was willing to take on two assailants on his own. That he was willing to protect her was enough to cause her heart to thrum, and yet, she would not allow it. He had done nothing wrong and so she would do what she could for him. She would fight.
The dismissal comment of her absence in the fight was enough to cause the she-wolf to throw a cold glare in their direction. As they began to change Raven would allow the shift to overcome her. It felt weird to be inside the ring again. Yet before she could get comfortable she watched as the opposing wolf headed towards Tobias. A low rumble could be heard coming from her chest. Her limbs snapped her form forward as she went for a full charge. Black lips pulled back as a nasty snarl ripped out, sharp teeth were exposed as she used her frame to run into the wolf's shoulder to topple the girl to the ground. With the other lupine trying to get up, Raven already had the upper hand. Raven was already intending for her first attack to be brutal. Focusing solely upon the other lupine she dove her dial down, grasping one of the girl's paw with her teeth. A sickening crunch could be heard as her teeth slammed into the other lupine's paw, surely snapping it. Letting go of the paw she released another terrible growl, not hearing a sound from the crowd. This was not a typical fight. This was something different and it was obvious for every Were to feel that there was something dangerously off about the kind-hearted woman. Her voice held a cold tone as her words were pressed not only into Tobias' head, but into every other Were within the Ark, an impending threat.
It would seem like the perfect saint had become something hardly unrecognizable.